[Verse 1]
You a ratchet ass set a nigga up
For his money ass, groupie ass, no class
Low cash, broke ass, bitch
Steady shit talking, bitch get walking
You know I’m pissed off I don’t talk like this often
You say I’m on a show over this tipWhen it’s 40 below snowing and shit
And still nothing cold as a bitch
She almost as low as a snitch
On a toad and pole of those who belong in the ditch
I had to give his mother the news
This chick set my home boy up, niggas rushed in, whacked my home boy up
I’m fucking confused
She was in love with my dude, just my home boy’s luck
He trusted the wrong ho
50 thousands in jury, put his beautiful kids
On the funeral front row
And I’m 'posed to let it go, okay I feel you
But if I ever see you bitch, I’mma kill you